I've lived in 25 different houses and apartments, in 7 cities, on 3 continents. I went to 14 different schools and educational institutions. Growing up with constant disruption had a lasting effect. Even the place I now call home is still foreign, and while that comes with a measure of discomfort it means I can't help but to look at everything with a curious and critical eye, as if it's always new. It also means that I automatically try and see the whole at the same time as the detail. What things are made of, where they were made, who made them, and why they were made are always front-and-centre questions. Of course the most perplexing questions are often: why do some cars look like they were designed in the dark? Or if a table wobbles, can you even call it a table if it doesn't do the one job it was designed for?